Barbara sat on the edge of the bed, her thighs pressed together tightly, the red thong she wore feeling almost too revealing. Her hands fidgeted in her lap, fingers tracing nervous patterns on the exposed skin of her stomach. The condom lay beside her, an unspoken promise of what was to come. She was bare from the waist up, her breasts rising and falling with each shallow breath. The room was quiet, save for the sound of her heartbeat pounding in her ears. What am I doing? she thought, her cheeks burning with embarrassment and anticipation. The door creaked open, and she froze. Bruce stepped inside, his tall frame filling the doorway. His blue eyes locked onto hers, and for a moment, neither of them moved. His gaze swept over her, taking in her exposed skin, the way her body trembled slightly under his scrutiny. Barbara’s breath caught, her heart racing as he stepped closer, his presence overwhelming. “Bruce,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. He didn’t say anything at first, just stood there, his expression unreadable. Then, slowly, he reached up and loosened his tie, his eyes never leaving hers. “You’ve been thinking about this,” he said, his voice low and measured. It wasn’t a question. Barbara nodded, her throat dry. “I… I need you.” Bruce moved closer, his hand reaching out to brush against her cheek. His touch was surprisingly gentle, and she leaned into it, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment. “You want me to fuck you,” he said, his voice dropping to a whisper. “But which side of me do you want, Barbara? Bruce… or Batman?” Her eyes snapped open, and she looked up at him, her lips parting in surprise. She hadn’t expected him to ask that, to give her the choice. But deep down, she already knew the answer. She had fantasized about this for so long, about him, about Batman. Her body burned with the need to feel him, to have him claim her in every way possible. “Batman,” she breathed, her voice trembling with desire. A small smile tugged at the corner of Bruce’s mouth, and he stepped back, his hands moving to the buttons of his shirt. “Good girl,” he murmured, his tone approving. He stripped quickly, his movements efficient and confident, and Barbara watched, her heart pounding as he revealed the powerful muscles of his chest and arms. But it wasn’t until he reached for the suit, the black leather and kevlar that transformed him into the Dark Knight, that she felt her arousal spike. He slid into the costume with practiced ease, the mask completing the transformation. Batman stood before her now, his presence even more commanding, more dangerous. Barbara’s mouth went dry as he approached, his gloved hand reaching out to tilt her chin up, forcing her to meet his gaze. “Show me,” he said, his voice a low growl. “Show me how you’ve touched yourself, thinking about me.” Barbara’s cheeks flushed, but she didn’t hesitate. Slowly, she leaned back on the bed, her legs parting slightly as her hand moved between her thighs. She traced the edge of her thong, her fingers trembling as she felt the wetness there. Her eyes stayed locked on his, and she could see the hunger in his gaze, the way his chest rose and fell with every breath. “Like this,” she whispered, her fingers sliding beneath the fabric, stroking herself slowly. Her body reacted instantly, a soft moan escaping her lips as she felt the familiar heat building inside her. “I’ve thought about you… about Batman… every night.” Batman stepped closer, his gloved hand reaching out to grip her wrist, stopping her movements. “Good,” he said, his voice rough with desire. “But I don’t want you to come yet, Barbara. I want you to beg for it.” Her breath hitched, her body trembling with need. She nodded, her eyes wide and pleading. “Please… please, Batman… I need you.” He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear, his breath hot against her skin. “How bad do you need it?” he growled, his voice sending shivers down her spine. “So bad,” she whimpered, her hips lifting off the bed, seeking his touch. “Please… please fuck me.” Batman straightened, his hands moving to the waistband of his suit. He paused, his eyes locking onto hers. “Take it off,” he commanded. Barbara’s hands shook as she obeyed, pulling the thong down her legs and tossing it aside. She was completely exposed now, her body bare and trembling with anticipation. Batman’s gaze burned into her, and she could feel the heat of his desire as he stepped out of his suit, revealing his hard, throbbing cock. He reached for the condom, but Barbara stopped him, her hand gripping his wrist. “No,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “I want to feel you… all of you.” Batman’s eyes darkened, and for a moment, she thought he might refuse. But then he nodded, his hands gripping her hips as he positioned himself between her legs. Barbara’s breath caught as she felt the tip of his cock press against her entrance, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure through her body. “Fuck,” she moaned, her hands gripping the sheets tightly as he pushed inside her, inch by inch. He was huge, stretching her in ways she had never imagined, and she arched her back, her body welcoming him. “Look at me,” Batman growled, his hands gripping her thighs, forcing her to hold his gaze. Barbara’s eyes locked onto his, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps as he began to move, his hips slamming into hers with a force that made her cry out. “Yes,” she moaned, her nails digging into his arms as he fucked her, his cock hitting that sweet spot inside her over and over. The room filled with the sound of their moans, the wet, slapping sounds of their bodies coming together, and Barbara lost herself in the sensations. Batman’s pace quickened, his thrusts becoming more urgent, more desperate. Barbara could feel the tension building inside her, her body tightening around him as he drove her closer and closer to the edge. “Come for me,” he commanded, his voice rough with need. Barbara obeyed, her body convulsing as she came, her nails raking down his back as she screamed his name. Batman followed her over the edge, his hips slamming into hers one last time as he spilled himself inside her, his seed filling her completely. “Fuck,” he growled, his breath hot against her skin as he collapsed on top of her, his body trembling with the force of his release. Barbara wrapped her arms around him, her heart pounding as she felt the warmth of his cum filling her, marking her as his. But Batman wasn’t done. He rolled her onto her stomach, his hands gripping her hips as he positioned himself behind her. “Again,” he growled, his cock sliding back inside her. Barbara moaned, her body still sensitive from her first orgasm, but she didn’t protest. She wanted this, wanted him to take her, to claim her in every way possible. She arched her back, her hands gripping the sheets as he fucked her, his thrusts hard and relentless. “You’re mine,” he growled, his hand reaching around to grip her breast, squeezing roughly. “Say it.” “I’m yours,” Barbara moaned, her body trembling as she felt another orgasm building inside her. “Batman… God, yes…” Her words were cut off as he came again, his seed spilling inside her once more. Barbara cried out, her body shaking with the force of her release as he fucked her through it, his thrusts slowing but not stopping. “Fuck me,” she whispered, her voice trembling with need. “Don’t stop… please…” Batman leaned over her, his lips brushing against her ear. “I’m not done with you yet,” he growled, his hips still moving, his cock still hard inside her. “You’re going to take every last drop, Barbara. All of it.” Barbara nodded, her body surrendering completely to him as he continued to fuck her, her mind lost in a haze of pleasure and desire. And then…

Barbara, wearing only a red thong and visibly nervous, awaits Bruce in her room.  Bruce enters, and after some conversation, Barbara asks for Batman, not Bruce.  Batman then commands Barbara to show him how she pleases herself, and after she does, he proceeds to have rough, passionate sex with her, with a focus on her begging and pleading for more.

Barbara sat on the edge of the bed, her thighs pressed together tightly, the red thong she wore feeling almost too revealing. Her hands fidgeted in her lap, fingers tracing nervous patterns on the exposed skin of her stomach. The condom lay beside her, an unspoken promise of what was to come. She was bare from the waist up, her breasts rising and falling with each shallow breath. The room was quiet, save for the sound of her heartbeat pounding in her ears. _What am I doing?_ she thought, her cheeks burning with embarrassment and anticipation. 

The door creaked open, and she froze. Bruce stepped inside, his tall frame filling the doorway. His blue eyes locked onto hers, and for a moment, neither of them moved. His gaze swept over her, taking in her exposed skin, the way her body trembled slightly under his scrutiny. Barbara’s breath caught, her heart racing as he stepped closer, his presence overwhelming. 

“Bruce,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. 

He didn’t say anything at first, just stood there, his expression unreadable. Then, slowly, he reached up and loosened his tie, his eyes never leaving hers. “You’ve been thinking about this,” he said, his voice low and measured. It wasn’t a question. 

Barbara nodded, her throat dry. “I… I need you.” 

Bruce moved closer, his hand reaching out to brush against her cheek. His touch was surprisingly gentle, and she leaned into it, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment. “You want me to fuck you,” he said, his voice dropping to a whisper. “But which side of me do you want, Barbara? Bruce… or Batman?” 

Her eyes snapped open, and she looked up at him, her lips parting in surprise. She hadn’t expected him to ask that, to give her the choice. But deep down, she already knew the answer. She had fantasized about this for so long, about him, about *Batman*. Her body burned with the need to feel him, to have him claim her in every way possible. 

“Batman,” she breathed, her voice trembling with desire. 

A small smile tugged at the corner of Bruce’s mouth, and he stepped back, his hands moving to the buttons of his shirt. “Good girl,” he murmured, his tone approving. He stripped quickly, his movements efficient and confident, and Barbara watched, her heart pounding as he revealed the powerful muscles of his chest and arms. But it wasn’t until he reached for the suit, the black leather and kevlar that transformed him into the Dark Knight, that she felt her arousal spike. 

He slid into the costume with practiced ease, the mask completing the transformation. Batman stood before her now, his presence even more commanding, more *dangerous*. Barbara’s mouth went dry as he approached, his gloved hand reaching out to tilt her chin up, forcing her to meet his gaze. 

“Show me,” he said, his voice a low growl. “Show me how you’ve touched yourself, thinking about me.” 

Barbara’s cheeks flushed, but she didn’t hesitate. Slowly, she leaned back on the bed, her legs parting slightly as her hand moved between her thighs. She traced the edge of her thong, her fingers trembling as she felt the wetness there. Her eyes stayed locked on his, and she could see the hunger in his gaze, the way his chest rose and fell with every breath. 

“Like this,” she whispered, her fingers sliding beneath the fabric, stroking herself slowly. Her body reacted instantly, a soft moan escaping her lips as she felt the familiar heat building inside her. “I’ve thought about you… about *Batman*… every night.” 

Batman stepped closer, his gloved hand reaching out to grip her wrist, stopping her movements. “Good,” he said, his voice rough with desire. “But I don’t want you to come yet, Barbara. I want you to *beg* for it.” 

Her breath hitched, her body trembling with need. She nodded, her eyes wide and pleading. “Please… please, Batman… I need you.” 

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear, his breath hot against her skin. “How bad do you need it?” he growled, his voice sending shivers down her spine. 

“So bad,” she whimpered, her hips lifting off the bed, seeking his touch. “Please… please fuck me.” 

Batman straightened, his hands moving to the waistband of his suit. He paused, his eyes locking onto hers. “Take it off,” he commanded. 

Barbara’s hands shook as she obeyed, pulling the thong down her legs and tossing it aside. She was completely exposed now, her body bare and trembling with anticipation. Batman’s gaze burned into her, and she could feel the heat of his desire as he stepped out of his suit, revealing his hard, throbbing cock. 

He reached for the condom, but Barbara stopped him, her hand gripping his wrist. “No,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “I want to feel you… all of you.” 

Batman’s eyes darkened, and for a moment, she thought he might refuse. But then he nodded, his hands gripping her hips as he positioned himself between her legs. Barbara’s breath caught as she felt the tip of his cock press against her entrance, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure through her body. 

“Fuck,” she moaned, her hands gripping the sheets tightly as he pushed inside her, inch by inch. He was *huge*, stretching her in ways she had never imagined, and she arched her back, her body welcoming him. 

“Look at me,” Batman growled, his hands gripping her thighs, forcing her to hold his gaze. Barbara’s eyes locked onto his, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps as he began to move, his hips slamming into hers with a force that made her cry out. 

“Yes,” she moaned, her nails digging into his arms as he fucked her, his cock hitting that sweet spot inside her over and over. The room filled with the sound of their moans, the wet, *slapping* sounds of their bodies coming together, and Barbara lost herself in the sensations. 

Batman’s pace quickened, his thrusts becoming more urgent, more *desperate*. Barbara could feel the tension building inside her, her body tightening around him as he drove her closer and closer to the edge. 

“Come for me,” he commanded, his voice rough with need. 

Barbara obeyed, her body convulsing as she came, her nails raking down his back as she screamed his name. Batman followed her over the edge, his hips slamming into hers one last time as he spilled himself inside her, his seed filling her completely. 

“Fuck,” he growled, his breath hot against her skin as he collapsed on top of her, his body trembling with the force of his release. Barbara wrapped her arms around him, her heart pounding as she felt the warmth of his cum filling her, marking her as his. 

But Batman wasn’t done. He rolled her onto her stomach, his hands gripping her hips as he positioned himself behind her. “Again,” he growled, his cock sliding back inside her. 

Barbara moaned, her body still sensitive from her first orgasm, but she didn’t protest. She wanted this, wanted him to take her, to claim her in every way possible. She arched her back, her hands gripping the sheets as he fucked her, his thrusts hard and relentless. 

“You’re mine,” he growled, his hand reaching around to grip her breast, squeezing roughly. “Say it.” 

“I’m yours,” Barbara moaned, her body trembling as she felt another orgasm building inside her. “Batman… God, *yes*…” 

Her words were cut off as he came again, his seed spilling inside her once more. Barbara cried out, her body shaking with the force of her release as he fucked her through it, his thrusts slowing but not stopping. 

“Fuck me,” she whispered, her voice trembling with need. “Don’t stop… please…” 

Batman leaned over her, his lips brushing against her ear. “I’m not done with you yet,” he growled, his hips still moving, his cock still hard inside her. “You’re going to take every last drop, Barbara. All of it.” 

Barbara nodded, her body surrendering completely to him as he continued to fuck her, her mind lost in a haze of pleasure and desire. 

And then…

A young, inexperienced woman, Barbara, finds herself in a vulnerable position, torn between her feelings for her mentor and her desire for his alter-ego.  She is given a choice to consummate her partnership with Batman, who then takes control, making her beg for his touch.  The two engage in a series of intense, raw, and dominant sexual encounters, exploring themes of betrayal, submission, and breeding, with a focus on multiple creampies and over-the-top moaning.  The narrative delves into the dynamics of power and control, with Batman pushing Barbara's boundaries and demanding her complete surrender, while also providing intense, sensual experiences.  The story culminates in a series of intense, unprotected sexual encounters, with Batman claiming Barbara as his own, marking her with his seed, and leaving her in a state of post-orgasm overstimulation.

Bruce's Bitter Betrayal

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